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resonance_and_d) wrote2010-01-02 07:19 pm
resonance_and_d) wrote2010-01-02 07:19 pm
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And now for something completely different
So I've been working on this fic, with the premise that it was much more than 100 years between the time Aang was frozen and the time Katara and Sokka found him. So we have the same characters, and there's still bending, but the level of technology is at the level of present-day Earth.
And... I was doing it because I was procrastinating on my other stuff, but now it's 12000 words long and I think I'd better start posting it or I'll start losing momentum.
BUT: It is written in totally random snippets, which are not in chronological order. I'm talking 25 separate drabbles or oneshots so far. I don't think I want to post them together, but posting them all separately would result in massive spamming.
Thus... I am going to follow the format of some memes I've seen, and put the drabble-length snippets in the comments of this post. Then I'll make another post where I figure out what order everything should go in and archive it.
Confused? So am I. But I'm going to try it anyway.
And... I was doing it because I was procrastinating on my other stuff, but now it's 12000 words long and I think I'd better start posting it or I'll start losing momentum.
BUT: It is written in totally random snippets, which are not in chronological order. I'm talking 25 separate drabbles or oneshots so far. I don't think I want to post them together, but posting them all separately would result in massive spamming.
Thus... I am going to follow the format of some memes I've seen, and put the drabble-length snippets in the comments of this post. Then I'll make another post where I figure out what order everything should go in and archive it.
Confused? So am I. But I'm going to try it anyway.
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Her face was twisted in rage. Her hair had half-fallen from its usual tidy topknot, and she looked ready to bend flames at him.
“I have never thought that about you, Azula. I love you more than you can know,” he told her. But he didn't dare approach her to hug her or offer assurance. (Azula didn't understand that you could love someone and know that they were dangerous at the same time)
If anything, his words made her even more angry.
“Don't try to find me,” she said. “You won't be able to.”
The door slammed as she left, and the sound was a victory. Azula was not the daughter Ozai had left here. She cared that she was loved, even if she couldn't tell true love from false. The pieces had been put back together a little strangely, but they were all there. She was whole. He'd done what he set out to do, all those years ago.
That couldn't stop his heart from breaking as the cab drove away.